Chapter 22 That’s Low
Chapter twenty-two
That's Low
Kyle
Istare at the lights coming from the giant fuckin mansion and pop the tab on another beer, taking a deep swig.
You know, and that’s another thing—she can afford to have all those fuckin lights on in that big ass house, but she can’t afford to loan her boyfriend a little money?
My face heats with anger and I take another swallow of booze.
Some people are so two-faced, it makes me sick!
I hock a loogie into the damp grass at my feet and pull my phone out, checking to see if Triss got some damn sense in the last few minutes and decided to stop ignoring me.
I growl at my phone and chuck it across the yard.
Fuck! This isn’t funny anymore. She knows how much I hate being ignored…
it’s not like she’s fucking doing anything!
She doesn’t even leave the fucking house, but she can’t find two seconds to answer an important text?
It’s bullshit. She’s just trying to make me jealous.
I finish off my beer and crush the can before tossing it into the brush.
When Carmen told me about the deal with this house I saw fucking red.
A giant inheritance just for living in a mansion for six months…
for fucking free? My teeth grind and I can feel the vein in my neck pulsing along to the anger coursing through my body.
I stuck by her needy ass for like… since middle school, however many years that is, and she drops me as soon as she gets actual fucking money?
And now Carmen told me some shit last night after she got done sucking my dick that really fucking pissed me off.
She said that she heard from Gabbi that Triss has been texting some other dickhead?
So she can fool around with some stranger but I get in trouble if I mess around with someone we know? That’s two-faced as shit.
And it’s not my fault she misunderstood the situation with the movers.
I’m a good fuckin’ guy. I let her cry when she was all depressed and miserable to be around.
I was faithful to her for, like, most of the fucking relationship.
Especially when she was actually giving it up.
If she really wanted me to not fuck with other girls she could have tried like even a little bit harder.
Guys like to be chased too. What, because I’m a guy I can’t be sensitive? Man, fuck her.
A shadow passes behind the living room curtains, and then another one follows and I freeze.
I scan the driveway but there are no cars that I can see.
Oh, what the fuck. She’s ignoring me to fuck around with that dickhead texter?
We haven’t even been broken up for a whole month.
That’s fucking low. I shake my head and crouch down, slowly moving toward the house.
My body is vibrating with rage and I can’t stop shaking my head.
He’s gonna swoop in here and just take the money that I earned after putting in all this time with her crazy ass? That’s low.
I pause under the living room window, listening for any noise.
Triss moans like a fucking whore and I pop my head up to try and get a look at what’s going on.
Oh she’s really putting on a show for this guy.
I can just see through the small gap in the curtains and I shake my head in disgust. She’s spread out on the couch with her tits hanging out all over the place like she’s hot shit and he’s on the ground with his face in her pussy.
She’s probably fucking paying him to do this.
I can see how wet she is from here, there’s no reason for him to still be down there. This is just pathetic.
She bucks her hips and cries out again and jealousy flares in my gut.
She never put on this good of a show for me.
I frown and rub at the bulge in the front of my pants.
What a bitch. This guy looks like a little bitch two.
Kinda scrawny looking and nerdy. I’m a way better catch.
It’s really sad what she’s willing to settle for instead of trying to work shit out to earn me back.
Who knows, maybe this was her plan all along.
To use me until she got into this house and could get with this greedy muff diving twat-waffle.
He stands and bends Triss over the arm of the couch letting the top half of her body hang forward as he grips her throat in one hand, then slams into her from behind in one stroke.
His free hand slaps her big ass and she screams. I roll my eyes.
She’s such a fucking fake. I run a hand roughly through my hair and stick my hand in my pants, fisting my dick.
If she wants to do porno shit in front of the windows that’s not my fault.
I stroke myself, closing my eyes and thrusting into my hand.
When I look back to watch the show I pause.
Where the fuck did they go? They were just on the couch.
I let go of my dick and press my face against the glass trying to get a better look.
The window fogs up with my breath and I wipe it quickly.
A shadow passes above and I look up—and then fall back onto my ass.
What the fu—they’re in the air! Triss is grinding on his dick while he pumps into her from behind, her back pressed into his chest. His hands are cupping her tits and my jaw drops.
I watch as they fly around the room, feeling more anger than I think I’ve ever felt before.
This is worse than I thought. She didn’t leave me, she’s being used as a fuck toy by a ghost thanks to this big, haunted ass house that she moved into.
That makes way more fucking sense than her ignoring me.
I watch until they finish and then slink off to find my phone in the direction of where I threw it.
There’s still no excuse for her bullshit attitude but at least I know why she’s been so distant now.
Okay, new plan… get rid of the fucking leech and then lay on the charm.
I glance back to the light coming out of the window and smirk.
Step one… get her back and secure the bag.
After that it’s whatever steps I gotta take to get her to try those acting skills out on me and my superior performance.
My head shakes in disbelief. They always hold out when they’re in a comfortable situation.
I spot my phone in the grass ahead and jog over to it, grabbing it up and shooting off a quick text. Things are finally looking up for me. I knew they would. Good guys always win.